He went over to the doll he had identified as the sister. He cuddled her in his arms. “Have you been afraid, poor little sister?” he said gently. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you the baby bottle and it will comfort you.” He held the bottle to the doll’s lips and rocked the doll gently in his arms. “Poor little sister. I’ll take care of you. I’ll let you come to my party. Nobody will ever hurt you.”
